Dream:

Does this music … make ya wanna fuck?

Does House music … make ya wanna fuck?

visionary-dj

I wake up at the alarm’s instruction. I was kneeling between the thighs of a pretty girl sitting with her sister on a bench by the side of a street with this song in my head. I lean in to kiss her forehead, she smiles and the clock goes off.

Shortly before this, I was in trouble with some people involved with an alien agency that uses complex encoding of messages using symbols left on surfaces and spoken phrases that seem nonsensical or making sense but unrelated to the actual message.

Each word’s first letter is meant to signify another word that only seemed known to them in sequence. Even once it was explained to me, it made sense what they were doing, but I still had no idea what they were trying to say.

Earlier (or later, who can tell – chronology is arbitrary in dreams), I was at the Mall on the lower level. A tall, pretty, brunette girl wearing short denim shorts on the second storey calls down to me, flashes her crotch at me and tells me that she shaved it for me.

I was impressed but continued on my way. It seemed too easy, suspicious even. At one point, I chatted with a tall redhead, possibly at a small bar. I also recall playing a strategy game like Age of Empires, where I could press a button to make all of my people happy.

dream-imagery

an old jeep that won’t start but magically moves